WARNING: There is a thick ironic layer over this post. Can be dangerous. Weak minds, go back to facebook. NOW.

AHAAAHH, SPOTIFY JUST FORCED ME TO LISTEN TWICE TO THE HORRIBLE NEW CD OF USHER! The commercials are bad enough, do they have to play them twice?! Nahah. My ears bleed.

The reason for my sudden outburst of capital letters is the current boringness of my life. I was supposed to go and swim today, but since my bank-account is almost empty, I can’t afford 50 kr. to go swim. Food is more important. The thought of not eating at getting nice n’ skinny like that hit my mind, but I’m not of the anorexic type.

I could of course be a good student and start (yes, START. As in, not even begun.) learning for the godawfulhorriblewhyareyoudoingthistome Spanish test. But I feel like I could just wing it. Spanish is easy. That’s why I got an A.

I could read. But I’m currently reading ‘’The year the Gypsies came’’ from Linzi Glass, and even though it’s beautiful, it makes me shiver. The scary man beats his kids. Makes me nauseous, and the undertone of something-bad-is-coming-this-way is overshadowing the funniness.

You know what? Instead I’ll just sit here and listen to Enrique Iglesias moaning of the song Hero. Maybe I’ll learn something.

Haveagoodday.

Hair Cut Art

EVERYTHING is art. Apperently. And even though these are just pictures before and after haircuts it is kind of cool ^^ Soooo, today we had our preliminary exam and I wrote an article about hope, and the song ''I Don't Like Mondays'' and the poem ''Hope'', which is a super poem by the way. I don't know if I did it okay, but we'll see.

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Inspo-no-no

Ehh, NOT.

Why do I always get inspiration the wrong times? Like when I am sitting bored in a bus and my computer is down in the luggage department. Or when I’m in bed desperately trying to sleep. But right now… Nothing. Not even a little spark. It’s like my brain is on holiday. That is probably because it is like 23.20 and I’m exhausted. I need to sleep. But I’m not. I bet the minute I get into bed and close my eyes my inspiration will kick inn. -.- See you tomorrow.

“-You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.

-What mood is that?

-Last-minute panic.”

Calvin & Hobbes

Elizabethtown

You know what people, instead of writing how much I loved this movie I will just say 5 words... Wait for it: ORLANDO BLOOM IS SO PRETTY! There you go. He may be old ( 33. Since when do I find that old? Oh yeah, I’m sixteen... But in all fairness he was 26 when they shot the movie. Totally big diff!), but he seems so nice ^^

Drew Baylor: [voiceover] There's a difference between a failure and a fiasco. A failure is merely the absence of success. Any fool can achieve failure. But a fiasco, a fiasco is a disaster of epic proportions. A fiasco is a folk tale told to other's to make other people feel more alive because it didn't happen to them.

Claire Colburn: I'm impossible to forget, but I'm hard to remember.

Claire Colburn: So you failed. Alright you really failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. You want to be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you're still smiling.

 

When I was doing my big google mission searching for these pictures, I found this one and three syllables came into mind: WTF? A little bit later I decided that I kind of liked it. And then that his facial hair is very strange. But look how cute is Kirsten is! Why is his hair wet? But he is still SO PRETTY. Inner discussions, where would we be without them?

 

Photographer: Okay, people, let’s take this picture. Bloom, sit down. Dunst, you get next to him. Smile! Give it to me! Come on, you’re supposed to be used to this! Alright this is NOT working. Try looking smokin’! There you go Bloom, great! You look flirtatious, like eye candy! Smoldering eyes! SMOLDER them! Dunst, o my goddess. Not working, babe. Do something funny! PUT THAT TONGUE BACK IN! I got an idea! Grab one of his weirdly wet curls and place it under your nose, you know, where the coke goes, and press your lips into a duckface, so it looks like one of those pointy moustaches men who own them keep twirling! Well done! Great shot! I LOVE myself! Who’s next?

Pour some steel into my veins, pluh-ees?

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out

Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive

And if you follow there may be a tomorrow

But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walking on the sun

 

Smash Mouth - Walking on the sun

 

 

So today, when I was swimming around in a basin of baby-piss and germs for an hour (I burned calories!! I’M SO PROUD), I started thinking. That is never good. I realized that I just can’t handle stress. I really can’t. I got quite a big mouth and I can handle most things, but when I get nervous I get awfully nervous... I get knee-shaking, nail-biting and teeth-clattering nervous. Not very handy when you plan to be a scary, high profiled lawyer sometime ^^ Just like today. We had to do these GODAWFUL push-ups at PE. Horrible.

At home I did about 8-10. I know, not very good, but I was proud that it was more than the big zero-o-o-o. But then, there I am, in a dark freakishly-looking PE machines and other ‘’sporty stuff’’, with three other students and the teachers and my hands are shaking. I don’t really know how many I did properly, but I weren’t 10 I can tell you that. I would like a pokerface and my nerves under control, but how do I do that? Drinking? VODKA!

FilthyLuker

You know when you see something really funny out in the street, or on some random toiletwall? Wel, this artist has made his job out of creating these things and I'm trying to imagine how I would react if I'd see one of these...

Bad hair day ^^

 

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Contagious

They made a statue of us

And it put it on a mountain top

Now tourists come and stare at us

Blow bubbles with their gum

Take photographs have fun, have fun

We're living in a den of thieves

Rummaging for answers in the pages

We're living in a den of thieves

And it's contagious

And it's contagious

And it's contagious

And it's contagious

Regina Spektor - Us

Okay, imagine this. You know the Sims? Of course you do. You are sitting on a computer reading a blog = you are a nerd. You want my logic? Spend too much time inhaling paint and you are there.

Anyways (Why do I always rail off?) you know the Sims. You know how they’ve got that relationship status for every Sim with every Sim? Well imagine that was real. So like, you would meet someone and you would see a bar with the amount of your ‘’relationship points.’’ Wouldn’t that be THE BEST? In one way it would. You see I have problems with deciding if people actually like me or if they think I am annoying as hell ^^ And no, I’m not talking about ‘’liking liking’’, I’m happily growing an old maid with 12 cats. Just, you know, liking as friends. It would be kind of useful when you tell someone a story and they react, to see if the bars goes up - or down. You know to see if people are lying... Hm. In the relationship business it would be quite handy too. I have friends who have been totally ignorant for people’s feeling for them and friends who believe that people loved them. This system will cut of the useless flirting, dating and eliminate broken hearts.

God? Big guy? Are you up there? Dude, get with your times. I got an idea. Send some angel down.

You guys will hate me....

This is a fairytale. And no, not like the one Mr Rybak sings about. (If you don’t know who Alexander Rybak is, get away from the stone you have been living under for the past 1,5 year, beat the sand of your knees and Youtube him! It can cause severe ear damage and the tune of the song on your mind for like... forever, but you should.)

( All the CAPITAL letters are lies, translations under the text.)

Once there was this SUPERCUTE* girl. She ONLY* got A’s, had TONS* of friends and the most amazing BOYFRIEND*. EVERYBODY* wanted to be her. She would walk into the room and would spread HAPPINESS AND JOY*. All the teachers LOVED* her and she had more KNOWLEDGE* than them. She had a PERFECT* life. She also wrote a blog, and that one as actually visited every day. There was just ONE* thing. No one commented. She loved to write, but what is the use when no one comments? She decided to stop with her craziness and start with extreme sports, drugs and alcohol. She got coke- and beer addicted and she almost killed herself like all the time jumping from mountains and what not. After a few weeks she was found dead under a bridge.

(read: superweird)

(read: only 1)

(read: eh, not tons)
(read: hahaha, she wishes)

(read: a lot of noise and annoyance)

(read: disliked)

(read: ''clever’’ comments)

(read: ok)

(read: many)

DO YOU WANT THAT TO HAPPEN? (That was not a lie...) Didn’t think so. You know what do to my friend.

F-uglyyyy...

I really like bitchy websites. What is the use of being nice and funny when you can be bitchy AND funny? Go Fug Yourself is a brilliant website, where two very cool ladies criticize the sometimes horrible creations of celebs. They also make conversations and they are hilarious! Here is my favourite one:

EVANNA LYNCH: Oy, Rupert -- thanks so much for the pants and shoes! You're a peach. It's my first movie, and without you to loan me the proper clothes, I'd have had no idea what to wear in the photos.

RUPERT GRINT: Don't worry about it, I've got plenty of ratty things you can borrow. The key is to look as grubby as possible, yeah? That way women want to hug you and take you home and clean you up.

EMMA WATSON: I look the best! I look the best!

DANIEL RADCLIFFE: God, this is uncomfortable. How am I supposed to smile with all this itchy cotton on? How am I supposed to show off my pelvic bone, then?

KATIE LEUNG: Bjork's new line of tights and matching shoes is SO GOOD. Seriously, Evanna, you should look into it.

EVANNA: No, Rupert told me I should look like a street urchin. Just because you were in the last movie doesn't mean you know as much as he does.

KATIE: At least I brushed my hair.

DANIEL: I mean, Harry's getting older -- isn't it about time we saw more of his manliness?

EVANNA: At least I'm not wearing a glorified drawstring sack, KATIE.

EMMA: No, seriously, you guys, pay attention to me -- I actually look the best of everyone! This is FANTASTIC! I DID IT!

RUPERT: Come on, ladies, don't you all just want to run your fingers through my messy hair and wash my clothes? Admit it.

DANIEL: I wish they'd take my clothes. They really get in the way of promoting your acting roles.

KATIE: Really? Because I actually have a whole second outfit hidden underneath my skirt.

DANIEL: Don't these people want to create buzz? Look, Evanna's dressed like the Artful Dodger. Maybe she can STEAL my clothes.

EMMA: Oh, shut up, Daniel. We're tired of hearing about that thing with the horse.

DANIEL: All I'm saying is, this suit MIGHT be rigged so that if you pull it in the right spot, it all drops off me.

EMMA: No thanks. Everyone already thinks we all fancy the pants off each other. I'm not giving them any picture evidence. Now shut up and smile.

Other genius conversations:

Fugly Potter

xfugfugo Gossip Girl

Remember me - The Zutons

People always say

Tom, this has gone too far

But I'm not afraid to chase my dreams,

Just me and my guitar

And no one may ever know

The feelings inside my mind

'Cause all of the lines I ever write

Are running out of time

So maybe I should get a nine to five

But I don't want to let it go, there's so much more to life

Tom Dice - Me and My Guitar

 

I’ve got SO much music to download. It is crazy. I got a bunch of links I have to check out, I have 2 playlists on Spotify, one ’’download’’ and one ’’listen to’’. The thing is, I never make to time do download… It takes not long, but I’m never in the mood to juts listen to music. Who can do that? I have to DO something while listening to music, I actually got too much fire in my butt to sit quietly and listen. Are you ‘’old’’ and you don’t understand this? You think you had it difficult in your youth? HAH. There is so much to listen, watch, hear, laugh of and to love. You don’t know feeling pressured. The problems of teenagers nowadays… :/

(500) Days of Summer ^^

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Bitch.

This his how the movie (500) Days of Summer starts. Such a start makes me already love this movie. Everyone knows the normal rom-com films and even though they're terribly cute, they don't really suprise you or leave an impression. Well, this one does. The tagline says it all: Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love. Girl doesn't. You can expect an off-beat romantic and cute movie, with an excellent casting (Who knew Gordon-Levitt was this cute?! Heath Ledger was the hot guy in 10 things...) and a lovely soundtrack this movie will mesmerize you. I thought the ending was a bit too candyfloss though. They could've fixed that.

One of the best scenes. Is this how all the guys react after a night with the gril of their dreams? It would certainly make the streets much more fun.

Summer: You believe in that?

Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.

Rachel Hansen: Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate.

Purity Rings...

I got a whole lot of strong opinions (Ask anyone ^^) but some of my strongest concern the whole Disney Channel business. I think that Walt Disney was a friggin genius that the cartoon/animated/what-you-call-it movies are beautiful and the songs are breathtaking, but I can’t stand Disney Channel and any of its Disney channel stars. Most of them are talentless, brought up in showbizz and overly dramatic. Some of them are okay.

I understand that Christianity is important in the US, and hypocrisy apparently too, but Disney is in my opinion just taking it too far. Really, a purity ring? I do so not believe that for instance those Jonas Brothers are all as ‘’pure’’ as they say they are. The oldest one is married! And he is 22! Dude, everyone must understand that he just wanted sex. According to Wikipedia (Yes, the JoBros are my favourite subject, I google them like... all the time.) they met in 2007. So wait. Imagine you are a 20 year old guy, forced to sing in a boy band with your two younger brothers and under a strict contract with Disney. You are the least attractive one of them( the guy has SIDEBURNS.) , but your target audience of kids (mostly girls...) between 7 and 13 years old doesn’t care about that, and worships you just as much as your brothers. The girls old enough for you to date (16+?) love you anyway because of your helicopter and swimming pools of money. So? You date. But very innocent, the American press is following you. But behind the scenes... And then BAM, you are on a vacation, meet a girl, decide she is THE ONE (to have sex with) and marry her 2 years later. I give it 1,5 year. A nasty divorce and your free! Of Disney, of purity rings and of your brothers. Great plan Kevin.

You get my point? Forcing teenagers to be all God-loving and PUR is marketing a horrible example. Yesyes, kids raised by true Christians, who live by those rules, will find the Disney stars amazing, but people raised by people with other views will laugh at it.

I got respect for Christianity, for staying pure until marriage and for having your own opinions, but I truly hate hypocrisy.

Sidewalk Chalk Guy

*thumbs up*

Btw, has anyone seen the new music video for Telephone by Lady Gaga and Beyonce? The song is quite cool, but video makes me quasy... It isn't... Beyonce? The whole thing is Gaga, and she is is the focus the whole time.

Not a Lady Gaga fan over here.

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Your face looks like a boiled egg! Er, thanks..?

Jon Huck - Breakfast-art

I totally love this. At first sight I didn't really get it, but after a few looks I saw the matching colour palets and the way the pictures fit together. It is smart art.

I don't eat breakfast. What does that say about me? I wonder what kind of breakfast dish my face would make...

 

Rambling about books and blonde people

"So please, oh PLEASE, we beg, we pray,

Go throw your TV set away,

And in it's place you can install,

A lovely bookshelf on the wall."

— Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

What do you read when there is nothing to read? Seriously, I've read almost all my books over here in my room in Førde, and the ones that I haven't read are the ones that I don't feel like reading... Do I take another sniff at my HP obsession by reading the 5th one, the only one I got here? Naaaaah, I recently saw the 6th movie and it threw me off. I'm definitly not watching the last ones. Or.... Not right away. Miss Marple? Conelia Funke? *sigh* Twilight? I got issues... Dan Brown? 

What I, of course, can do is read some for the Geography test we have tomorrow. I know that I don't take my education serious enough, but I think I've read enough. I will fix the things I don't get tomorrow. At school. 10 minutes before the lesson starts. As a true teenager does.

Tomorrow I'm wearing my blue, floral skirt for the first time, to celebrate the dryness of the roads and the smell of summer in the air. Something I never understood was why no one smells the air the same way I do. Right now it smells summerly, salty, like ice-cream and sunblock. Earlier this winter I smelled the snow coming in, and was just as excited. No one got it. Weird people with their weird noses.

I always scream at the top of my lungs that I don't like blonde guys, well I'm re-considering that. Maybe I do like blonde guys. I like THIS blonde guy.

Can you blame me? <3 Yeah, yeah, I know it is Draco from the HP movies, also known as Tom Felton. Btitish accents kind of melt me and I would take his blondehaired him over Daniel Go-get-a-stylist-and-some-acting-talent Radcliffe anytime ^^

Btw, am I the only one who hates the new look of Youtube? It confuses me, and I have enough trouble focusing without getting confused... Anyway to get it back?

In the zaveeloooow house!

There's a house down on the corner

That we always used to talk about

Never had the guts to go inside

Not even on a dare

Boarded up and creepy

Scary eyes looked out upon a sleepy town

Fascination kept us guessin'

Why the sign read to Beware

We always knew just what would hit the fan

If we got an up-close look at the boogieman

Shadows on the wall

Voices in the hall

There's more than just a mouse

In the Zavelow house

Owsley - Zavelow House

Spotify it!

Books to read

The great Gatsby – Fitzgerald

The perks of being a wallflower – Stephen Chbosky

The history of Love – Nicole krauss

Links :D

I’ve been crazy obsessed with links lately. I have added a bunch, and found even more. You know the favourites thingie? Well, mine is overflowed... The World Wide Web is full of cool sites, which need visiting from bored teens. Some of them are artistic others just funny. No need to check them every day, but once in a while, when your bored, click on the tiny link. They are amazing.

Face Your Pockets!

People wear junk in their pockets and bags. That a fact. Ask anyone to empty them and you’ll discover a whole lot about that person. In this on-going photo project they ask people to spread their belongings on a scanner and take a picture including their faces. It says so much about the people. Even how they’ve arranged their stuff is personal. I’m a wallet person. I find them fascinating, because they say so much about you. The money, the bank passes, the pictures. It’s like a little diary. And no, I’m not talking about reading recites.

Before I die I want to...

What do you want to do before you die? Such a simple question with many answers. I wouldn’t know what to write under my picture. Would you?

A Beautiful Revolution

This rather brilliant guy doodles and writes in such a sad manner that it is charming. And beautiful. And depressing. But we won’t say that.